Peter POV:

Once Eric gets the ticket, we spend the rest of the way on the road hearing him badmouth cops.

Thankfully, we only stopped a mile away from school, and Eric soon pulls into the parking lot. We get out, and sneak into the main office, nowhere near the gym, where Al's memorial is being held.

"Ah, good. You two got here safely," Mrs. Matthews says. She then leads us towards the faculty room, where a meeting is being held.

I nod and shrug while Eric glares ahead.

"Eric sweetie? What's wrong?" she asks her nephew.

He looks away, just like a child. "Parking ticket."

"Well if all goes well, I'll be more than happy to pay it. How much? Fifty dollars? A hundred?"

"Seventy-five."

"Ah," she nods.

Then she looks to me. "You have the data on a flash drive?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good."

We turn the corner and come to the faculty room. Mrs. Matthews pushes the door open and we see most of the members of the Erudite club and Mr. Max.

"Uh, Mrs. Matthews?" Eric asks.

"Yes Eric?"

"What happened to the other members? Like Fernando and Elia. And Cara. Don't forget Cara. We never start meetings without her."

Mrs. Matthews sits down, "Well, Eric. That's the grand question. What happened to them? I asked them to come and they said that they would rather go to Al's memorial. They've been quite distant lately, and I figured that I'd let them go. So if everyone in here is okay with this, I'm offering you, Eric, Cara's position."

Everyone in the room nods, and Eric smiles.

"I take it that's a yes," Mrs. Matthews says, hurrying things along.

Eric nods, as if he's still taking this all in. I shake his hand and he smiles. He goes up and sits next to Mrs. Matthews.

"Well, moving along," Mrs. Matthews starts. Then she looks at me, "Peter, I'm also offering you a new position. How would you like to be our new Publicity Officer? You would make forms and flyers for our club, and in September, you would help get new students to join, with the flyers. You could even run for President, once Eric graduates."

I nod, "That'd be cool." I guess I'm still in shock, if that's all I have the courage to say. And that does make sense; no one has ever trusted me this much before, even if my parents are trustworthy neighborhood-watch people.

"Well then, club, let's welcome our new President, Eric, and Publicity Officer, Peter!"

Everyone claps and some people bang their fists on the tables and shout our names.

Then someone knocks on the door.

Mr. Max goes to open it.

"Oh, hi, Caleb. C'mon in; we're just getting started."

Caleb walks in and Eric and I keep ourselves from laughing too hard.

"Hello, Mrs. Matthews," Caleb says, "Have you gotten the data from Marcus yet?"

Mrs. Matthews nods, then turns to Eric and me.

"I believe you want to talk to these gentlemen," she says.

Eric nods at me, and I stand up casually.

"Peter, Caleb will hack into the files, and you are to take notes. One day you will be doing that. Then you are to email me the data and it will go to my husband's campaign advisory board, so be sure you give me all of it."

I nod and follow Caleb into a bare-walled office. He sits down and I soon find myself daydreaming.

Tris POV:

Four and I run for a good ten minutes, before looking back and unconsciously deciding to stop. We sit down at a curb with dry throats.

Then Four stands up, "I'm gonna go find some water. Coming?"

I nod and we walk into the closest building. It's a tattoo shop, and before we can walk out, a woman comes out.

"Welcome to D For Dauntless Tattoos and Piercings Parlor. How may I help you?"

"Tori?" I ask.

She nods, "Tris? Four? What are you guys doing here?"

"Well..." I unsuccessfully start.

Then Four comes to my rescue, "We were out running and are looking for water."

Tori nods and leaves the room. A minute later, she comes back with three ice-cold water bottles. She takes one and sits down, opening it and motioning for us to sit down.

"Long day," she says after taking a long sip, "I would be at Albert's memorial, but to be honest I barely knew the kid and Bud won't be very happy if I miss any more hours. I did pop by, but since my brother's death, I'm not very good about the whole "dying" concept. Leave that to the Erudite club, thank you very much."

Four and I look at each other in shock and nod, as if understanding what Tori had just said.

"Well, Tori," he starts, breaking the silence, "I'd like another tattoo please."

She nods and knocks on a door that says 'Employees Only'. A minute later, a black-haired girl comes out and starts to draw flames on Four's back.

I put my water down and look onto a wall that is covered in tattoo designs.

Behind me, Tori clears her throat, "Anything I can get you, Tris?"

I start to shake my head, but hear myself saying, "Yes, actually. Three ravens for my family." I point to where I want them and Tori gets out her sketchbook.

While she's drawing, I find myself staring at Four's back. Not at his muscles, but his tattoos. I love how they look, and even if Four is just a guy, my guy, I want some of his tattoos.

"Tori?" I ask.

"Yes?" she responds, not even looking up from her sketchbook.

"Can I have two more?"

"Mhmm."

So then once she's done with the ravens, Tori draws two hands reaching out for each other and flames.

Two hours, six water bottles, four tattoos, and pained neck, shoulders, and collarbone later, we are done.

"That'll be $389.98, with the student discount," Tori says as we are at the register.

"What student discount?" I ask.

Tori puts a finger to her mouth. "Shh," she says.

Four and I smile thankfully.

I bring my hand to my wallet, but Four stops me. "Save your money," he says, "I'll get it."

He takes out a Chase Sapphire and swipes it.

"Thanks," I say.

Tori gives him the receipt and says to me, "He's a keeper."

I giggle as we walk out and walk back to my house.

"Hey, isn't that one of your dad's signs?" Four asks.

I look onto the grass. The gray and blue sign says 'Elect Andrew Prior for City Council Position Number Seven.'

I nod, 'I remember putting those up in July; my dad gave me twenty dollars for sticking them up all over our neighborhood."

Four shakes his head, "Look closer."

And I do.

Then I gasp. The once perfectly simple gray sign is now covered in blue spray paint, that vaguely says 'Piss off Prior."

Four rubs my back. "Did your dad see?"

I shrug, then take a picture with my phone to show him later.

Then we start walking again.

"I can't believe somebody would do that-" I start, to break the silence, but Four's cell phone rings, cutting me off.

"It's Marcus," he says after checking.

I nod and sit down on the edge of the sidewalk as Four answers the phone stiffly.

Four POV:

I press the 'answer call' button on my phone and brace myself for an angry Marcus.

"Tobias," he spits out. I can hear the venom in his voice, "After visiting the homeless, I came back home to some very disturbing sights. What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," I say shakily. I hope he doesn't notice the distress in my voice.

"Don't think I believe that, young man, because, believe me, I know that it's not the truth. Now I thought you did not go to school today. Don't tell me you lied. Now where are you?"

"I'm with Tris," I say.

"Beatrice? Andrew Prior's daughter?"

"Yeah."

"Take good care of her; Andrew is one of my most faithful councilmen that I don't want to lose. So I'll pay for her Homecoming dress."

I nod, shocked.

Then Marcus continues, "Tell me where you and this 'Beatrice' are."

"We've gone for a walk and are going back to her house."

He stays quiet for a minute, then he speaks, "So you have no idea whatsoever of what happened at home?"

I gulp, "Why? What happened at home?"

He shakes the thought away, "Fine, but boy, you better be telling the truth, or you know what's gonna happen."

I gulp again and click the 'end call' button.

"You okay?" Tris asks.

I nod and we walk back to her house.

Andrew POV:

I stand pacing the room.

"Andrew, calm down. You're making it seem much bigger than it is," Natalie patiently says.

"If only," I mutter back.

She rubs my back, "Andrew," she says gently, "Beatrice is out with Four. She texted me earlier."

"More like a few hours ago."

"She probably just lost track of time-"

Then Beatrice bursts through the door and hurries up the stairs, Tobias following.

"Tobias," I mutter, "God knows what he's doing to our daughter's mind."

Natalie casts me a disapproving glance. "He likes to be called 'Four,' you know. And Beatrice is smart enough to make decisions for herself. Remember when she started babysitting for our neighborhood? We didn't even have to ask, she took initiative all on her own and donated the money to teenagers with drug abuse. Besides, we've known Marcus for years, and he's never let us down."

I suddenly stop pacing, and sit down with my head in my hands.

"Andrew? What is it? Did I say something that offended you?"

I shake my head, and look at Natalie. "Do you think it's too early to think about retirement?"

She looks at me, "Well, is something at work bothering you? Tell me."

I gulp, and think the only way to tell her is to tell the whole truth. So I do. "Well, after the attacks that Jeanine has released on Marcus and our children, it seems that everyone has listened and believed them. And it seems that Dan Matthews might just win the election."

"Even after Marcus' charity work and everything?"

I nod, "Earlier today, more reports have come out. Everything from Marcus' drinking problems and beating Tobias, to his criminal record and his keeping secrets from the public about the gang violence. And so I was thinking, though it was selfish of me, I don't want to work for that self-righteous power-hungry Dan Matthews! Sorry, but I just had to tell someone this."

Natalie rubs my back as I continue, "And so I was thinking. Say Marcus does win, and for the next four years, I would have the same position, if I do win for Position Number Seven, that is. But if Marcus loses, either I lose, or I quit. I heard they're looking for volunteers at the Homeless Shelter anyways."

Natalie nods, and I know that she will respect my wishes.

Then Tobias runs down the stairs.

"Sir," he says, "Your daughter is barfing in the bathroom."

Natalie looks at me for a second, then races up the stairs after Tobias.

Shortly after, I follow.

A/N I know this sounds cliche, but I read your reviews and take them seriously. So tell me what you think and if I need to add a character's POV more or change anything, or what I should write for the next chapter! Questions, comments, and even flames are greatly appreciated. Thanks! :D